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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jonrog1" data-source="post: 1208123" data-attributes="member: 189">Happy Birthday, and ...Dithering. Ah, well, we USED to have a joke in my group -- "All we need for 4 hours of gaming is a room, a connecting corridor, and another room."  The group would debate endlessly ...But, no, now the None Dare Call Them Heroes party is gripped with  a new directness.  A new, um, well, "strategy" isn't the word.An excerpt from an upcoming Story Hour:***********************************************"ARRRRRRrrrrtthe trail leads into that bookstore," Amril coughed as she shifted back from wolf to elf form.Taggart nodded to the others.  "Amril the right flank, Malachi with me.  Indigo --" The swordswoman unsheathed her Oathblade, prepared herself. "Knock on the door?" Malachi asked."Knock on the door," Taggart confirmed.Nod didn't wait for a command.  He just stood there, slightly more ready to kill everything than usual.  And he was usually unusually quite ready to kill everything.  If you follow.Taggart and Malachi strode up to the closed door.  Taggart knocked forcefully.BANG BANG BANG.A view hole in the door slid open.  Two watery eyes peered out.  "Yes?"Pause.Longer pause.Taggart and Malachi looked at each other.Paaauuuuuuuuuuussse.They ran back down the stairs."Weren't you going to say --" "I thought you --"Within, the apocalyptic planar-travelling death cult casually prepared its defenses.</blockquote>